Freeze, Leprechaun!

Here's a picture of me and Tom (actually it's only his flashlight, since he's behind the camera) lying at the wall with our lights shining into the woods. As you may know, a Leprechaun can’t move if you catch him in a strong light. He becomes paralyzed.

Leprechaun Footprints

These are footprints that I found down by the coastline outside Larne. I went to buy a new engine for my oldest tractor, and on my way home I stopped to have a look at the view. I went down to the shore and this is what I found in the sand: See the bird tracks? Now compare them to the footprints. Not even children of two years old have such small feet. Maybe babies, two-three months old. And they can´t run in the sand.

Weeks of nothing

I have now decided to make a posting here only when something actually happens. I have now been at the wall listening to more conversations since the one I heard in October. Nothing. Not one sound. I’ve given up on that now.

Phantom picture

This is a sketch of the Leprechaun I saw in the woods. I remember being surprised that he didn´t have an enormous beard to cover more of his face. Got a bit carried away and painted him sitting with a pot of gold. It's my hobby, 3D animations.

Leprechaun gold coin!

This is a gold coin that I found when I was only seven years old. Back then we used to live in Londonderry, and I found the coin behind a stone in front of a thick forest. My parents of course said it was a coin from a circus or something. But there were no circuses near there, not for miles. I didn’t believe them. I instantly thought it was a Leprechaun’s gold coin. A real genuine gold coin from a Leprechaun's pot.

Voices in the dark

It's a well known fact that Leprechauns are eloquent creatures that enjoy good conversation. It can get a bit lonely on the farm, apart from the times I have Mary and Tom over for dinner. It’s especially lonely in the evenings. So I often go out at the southern end of the biggest enclosed field where I keep my sheep. On the other side of the wall, that’s where I saw one little fellow the first time. I sit there and shout out loud, hoping that someday a Leprechaun will reply. Yesterday, I heard some voices in the woods. I yelled, both in Irish and English, but no one answered. There were tiny voices, not whispering, but more like giggling. But it was definitely a conversation of some kind.

Most of the words were in Irish. I understand some Gaeilge, thanks to my friend Séan who taught me several words, but I'm not that good.

"An bhfuil" - which is like "Is he"
"Carpenter". I'm sure I heard the word carpenter.
"Tá". Yes in Gaeilge. This I heard several times.
"You keep the water in the leaf." This may not be what was said, but that’s what it sounded like to me.
"Tuirseach". This I know is "tired" (Séan said that often).

Of course Leprechauns exists

Depending on who you’re talking to, you could be either a lunatic or a fascinating adventurer. I couldn’t care less what people think of me. Whether anyone believes me or not is irrelevant. I have seen Leprechauns my entire life. I spoke to one of them several years ago. However, this is the first time they have been around my farm. No big deal. In this blog I will present evidence.